(Noct takes Prompto's hand, easy and without hesitation, he follows his friend through the club. Just like that, it seemed to all melt away. The noise, the people, the scorch and scorn of Hell and all the odds and inns about retribution which set this world ablaze in the first place. All Noct had to think about now was Prompto and following his friend. He'd been so lost, alone, and blind for so long. Even his sorrows from home have been pushed away, this moment was theirs and alone they would pull together again. They would fight the distance that spiraled them apart and recount on their adventures as Noct was pulled through the Crystal and Prompto left on Eos with the rest of them. The guys.. Now, Noct thought, it should be only a matter of time. Ignis and Gladio would have to come. Right?
Their steps became louder than the muffle of music from the club they left behind and Noct's smile pushes at the corners of his lips and brings his cheeks to burn with a soreness of a full smile he'd been without for far too long. His hand was still in Prompto's and there wasn't a thought about ever letting it go again. Rather, he was fully intent on the vision of Prompto, of the feel of his friend, that he continued to stare at him - perhaps even unwilling to blink until the sting was too much to bear.)
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Their steps became louder than the muffle of music from the club they left behind and Noct's smile pushes at the corners of his lips and brings his cheeks to burn with a soreness of a full smile he'd been without for far too long. His hand was still in Prompto's and there wasn't a thought about ever letting it go again. Rather, he was fully intent on the vision of Prompto, of the feel of his friend, that he continued to stare at him - perhaps even unwilling to blink until the sting was too much to bear.)